The Dangerous Doll

Chapter 3

"You've got to be shitting me!" I stood up glaring at them both.

"Language Clarin!" Mom yelled.

"Mom, I will not play dumb in here. You knew that we're not in good terms!" My chest is rising up and down.

And she told me just a place to stay in, why even study here?

I exited the kitchen before saying further shits to their faces.

As I enter my room. I nonchalantly slam the door then I sat on my bed. Pulling my hair and kicking my toes.

She can't live here, not a fucking chance. I will go nuts everyday. She's old enough to stay in here with us!

They both can look for a place to stay in and a school to enroll! Not in NYU! That's my University for pete's sake.

"Unbelievable!" I yelled. I heard a massive steps coming towards the door and I guess it was mom. "Clarin! You open this door!" She continue slapping my door and I ignored her, she startled me and she expect me to talk to her again? She's provoking me hard enough right now and It's getting into my nerves.

Why would she stay in here? I am so pissed!

Clea's staying here? She can't just do that and I will not allow this cringe shit. Mom knew that I do hate her but why would she insist this thing?

"Open up, Clarin. She'a guest and you shouldn't be acting that way!"

"Bullshit!" I cussed. I had stopped greeting my teeth when mom came down already.

Just imagine the outcome if she live with us, I would go insane pretending that I like her. Mom would likely to yell at me just to damn bake a carrot cake with damn Clea while his boyfriend was busy putting icing on top! Good thing his boyfriend isn't living here or else.

"Bark Bark" here comes a diversion.

"Bark! Where have you been?" My labrador dog came out of the blue. He's wearing a blue sweatpants for dogs. Maybe mom change his clothes. Damn mom, I hate blue!

"Bark bark" He says. I let him lick my knuckles and it calms me a bit. I lift him up then let him sit on my lap.

I gently caress his soft hair. "Clea's a bitch right?" I asked him. "Bark" then I laugh.

"Good boy, we really are friends. Aren't we?" He barked again so I let him go because I felt my phone vibrated in my bag. Yeah right, I haven't change my clothes yet.

There's 53 messages again and I open the most recent which is from Justin.

Justin:

Party at 8PM, Clarin. You can bring your sister so we can torture her :)

I thought I'll get a super headache reading his damn text but when I read the last few words I give in. He's a load of crap.

Me:

I'm coming, jerk. And no, her boyfriend will kill you.

I typed the words then send it to him.

He replied immediately.

Justin:

What is he like?

I read, is he interested with her boyfriend? What a fucking gay.

Me:

You're a gay, aren't you? Because if you're not you're supposed to ask me what's my sister like.

He's a damn gay, I knew it!

I took a quick shower after I sent the words. He really didn't reply to me. Lame gay.
I check the time and it's already 7:30 PM. I have 30 minutes to prepare and do my make-up.